User blog comment:Bartholomew Billberry Bowstring/Mossflower Country & Beyond/@comment-25220117-20121101173924/@comment-25220117-20121103155352

''Carvig froze as he felt the serpent's weight upon his ankle. All that moved was his left paw, which edged slowly towards the curved dagger tucked into his sash, not even daring to look down upon the reptile that could sink her fangs into his skin in the wink of an eye. The weasel's fellow crewbeasts watched the snake in silent fascination, one or two among them even laughing nder their breath. How was Carvig going to get out of this one?''